In the Loop by Lather

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their weekly cuts and colors, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the salon’s intercom: ‘To the person who left their lucky comb here last Thursday—you’re winning big tonight!’ A delivery driver walked up to the counter, puzzled. ‘Did you say “lucky comb”?’ he asked. The stylist smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Only if it finds its owner!’ That evening, everyone in town talked about whose comb it could be—and whether they’d won anything special.

2. One day, while a regular was getting his usual trim, he noticed something strange coming from the back room—a soft humming sound like distant bees. Curious, he asked the stylist, but she just smiled enigmatically and said it was ‘the loop’—some mysterious part of the old machinery. Soon enough, other customers started noticing the hum too. A delivery driver mentioned hearing it on his way here, and even the neighborhood kids swore they saw an old lady waving from behind the curtains. The stylist laughed and said, 'That’s just Grandma Loop, our resident ghost.' Everyone relaxed, realizing it wasn’t anything serious—just another quirky thing about In the Loop.

3. One afternoon, just as the stylist was finishing up with her last client of the day, she heard an unusual announcement over the salon’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your hair is now officially on sale!’ The whole salon burst into laughter, including the stylist who quickly turned off the intercom. But one customer—a delivery driver—insisted his hair had been significantly lighter than when he arrived. The stylist smiled and said, 'It’s a promotional trick, honey. Next time you come in, I’ll make sure your hair stays exactly the same!'

4. While waiting for her perm to process, a new customer leaned back in the chair and announced, 'I bet they’ve never seen anyone like me come through these doors!' The stylist raised an eyebrow but smiled politely. ‘Trust me,’ she replied with a twinkle in her eye, ‘you’re not the first interesting person to walk in here.’ Just then, another regular walked in, wearing a hat that matched his outfit perfectly—except it was made from old newspapers.